Getting to bed ahead of 10 p.m. so that I can rise at 2 a.m. to quickly ready for one of my nighttime five-mile walks is sometimes gruelling, for of late I find myself to be sleeping abominably.
I feel as if I am approaching a stress or eyestrain-like headache while I am in bed, instead of experiencing restorative sleep.
And last night one of my wakeful periods was so pronounced that I finally yielded and had a peek at the time ─ it was 1:52 a.m., so why bother lying there any longer?
Better to rise and give myself some leeway in getting ready for the outing.
It was annoying to find that my eldest stepson was still up, but at least he was seated out of sight at the dining table watching videos or movies on a laptop or tablet. I would have to sneak out of the house ─ I want no brook with anyone where these walks are concerned. They are my business alone.
Once I had locked the front door and was on my way, I saw it to be 2:14 a.m. Everything was wet from recent rain.
I made my early stop at an elementary school playground for six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, having to wipe the dripping bars dry enough to allow me to exercise bare-handed. I had not weighed myself before I left ─ my fully-clothed weight ─ but I knew that I was likely topping 200 pounds.
Quite a lot for a 73-year-old.
As is usual, I managed three repetitions in the first set, and just two in the next five sets, although the very last rep was not quite a full one ─ I was failing by then.
The session had me breathing almost as if I had been running, but at least it loosened me up and somewhat energized me.
There was nothing else worth mentioning that I can recall. I did put in a three-block stint of jogging at one point, and engaged a couple very short stretches near to home.
It was 4:05 a.m. when I checked the time just outside of the locked front door.
And I was back to bed a little over an hour later, although sleep still was very elusive.
It was probably around 8:15 a.m. when I decided to start my morning ─ it had actually rained again during my time in bed.
My younger brother and I were to watch three videos on T.V. this morning, via our Android TV Box. I led us off with a 22-minute August 4, 2022, upload to Rumble's The Why Files channel: The Moon Revealed: It's a Hollow Spaceship, so who built it and why?
The Moon is a Hollow Spaceship | Who Built it and Why?
Despite it being humanity's constant companion through all of recorded time, the moon is still a mystery.
Science hasn't been able to explain how the moon was formed, its unusual orbit, its distance from us, its density, its composition, its structure. These are all still questions.
There are theories about the moon that solve some of these puzzles, but not others.
There is only one theory that answers every scientific question about the moon. Just one.
That the moon is a hollow, artificial structure, brought here by -- someone else.
Let's find out why.
Interesting!
Then it was to BitChute's Adaneth channel for the 45-minute video uploaded there on June 16, 2019: The Last Days Of Guy Fawkes.
A 2015 Channel 5 History Documentary hosted by Toby Jones.
Was the Gunpowder Plot of 1605 a spectacular act of rebellion, or a fanatical act of terrorism?
Retelling the last days in the life of Guy Fawkes, counter-extremism expert Haras Rafiq, Alice Hogge and Ronald Hutton make the case for and against the man whose actions continue to set the country ablaze every year over 400 years after his death.
I did not realize that Guy Fawkes and his co-conspirators met such grisly ends. Things were utterly barbaric back then!
We finished up with the nearly two-hour (1:53:12) addition of April 6 to Rumble's Laura-Lynn Tyler Thompson channel: National Citizens Inquiry.
Dr. Eric Payne joins us today to talk about his testimony at the National Citizens Inquiry at the Toronto hearing. The National Citizens Inquiry is a citizen led inquiry being held in 8 different cities in Canada to bring transparency to the merits and impacts of the governments Covid-19 policies.
National Citizens Inquiry: nationalcitizensinquiry.ca
Some good stuff in that one!
My brother sought some bed rest before leaving for the day to socialize, and I soon enough was indulging in an early afternoon nap despite having just ignored a cellphone call from the female agent at the bank handling our mortgage that is expiring next month.
She and I were to have a 4 p.m. telephone conversation, so I had no idea why she was phoning me shortly after 1 p.m.
I have been rather dreading that conversation, but absolutely nothing was resolved. She had apparently entirely ignored the well-crafted E-mail that I had sent her on Sunday detailing three questions my stepsons had come up with.
The questions were not necessarily anything that could quickly be resolved in a telephone call ─ they would require some effort in at least one case. Videlicet, how great would the financial penalty be if we undertook a specific fixed-term mortgage for, say, four or five years, yet found an irresistible offer and sold the house maybe four months into the contract?
The dip had no clue. So I queried if it would exceed $20,000? She allowed that this was a certainty, but she cut me off when I attempted to elucidate if it was going to exceed $30,000.
Basically, she said to once again talk things over with my stepsons, and she would phone me tomorrow at 3:30 p.m.
So in effect, she has answered nothing, and now I must weather the stress of awaiting yet another day in this expensive process of whether to renew to a new fixed rate mortgage, or risk a variable rate and pretty much commit ourselves to having to sell the property.
But I am not able to handle the monthly expense of a fixed rate mortgage unless my two stepsons virtually double their current contributions towards it. I only have a monthly pension income that is cruelly abused by enormous debt.
The question really becomes whether we should take on a mortgage that is little more formidable financially than the one that is expiring, and accept that maybe we might have to pay as much as $50,000 in a penalty for breaking it if we sell later this year.
I want to bring this post to a close ─ I am too disheartened to blog.
I will only add that the day has been primarily cloudy, but there have been some sunny breaks. I will be going nowhere tomorrow ─ the plan is to sit up late this evening watching television shows with my brother once he is back home.
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